he yells
loud enough
to make
my eyeballs roll
and then he says
why do you
smell like fire
his friends yell
bingo
and the woman next to me
chats
tap tap
her power cord
dangling
between us
take our picture
take our picture
says a woman behind me
I'm thirty
she announces
and sits down
disappointed by my quick
disinterested
snap
back to my reading
about inspiration
being threatened by information
overload
what a bunch of crap
I think
pressing the ink
into the paper
between
paragraphs
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